Moonspear Medic!

His whispered voice confused her slightly. Were these not his stores? Had something happened to scatter the herbs around? She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, but knew enough to keep from showing it to the wolf who waited on them. There was a reason he was whispering, worried. She watched as he began to sort through the herbs, murmuring and arguing with himself. He kept speaking of food and she wondered if perhaps he was affected by his hunger. She began searching through with her eyes, tail twitching with focus. "Tetterwort, do you have that here by chance?" She said softly, nosing gently through the supply. "It has another name...but...I don't recall it. Something with a C? Cel...something." She kept repeating words to herself to try and rise the name from her mind. 

"Yellow flowers, green leaves. Oh! Here, raspberry leaves instead." She leaned down, nosing at some of the leaves. There were few, and the remaining ones seemed dry. She looked to the medic, a happy grin on her face. "These should work. Just one or two. But, it'll be best if something cleans the wound as well. For infection." She began to search the herbs once more, finally, half buried under leaves she found a few partially wilted yellow flowers. "This, here. We'll chew it and slather it on the wound." Her voice had stayed low, and she raised a brow at him for a moment. "Is...is this a test for me?" She stuttered suddenly. Was the medic testing her knowledge? She knew some herbs from experience in her first pack, it was something she had greatly enjoyed learning. Raspberry leaves had been used to ease a female's birthing pain, the marigold had been used on many wounds. They'd had a plentiful stock of marigold in her home during the right season. "Are...are you the pack medic?" She whispered lower, wondering if perhaps she'd mistaken the male.